Warrior Cat Clans 2 (WCC2 aka Classic) is a roleplay site inspired by the Warrior series by Erin Hunter. Whether you are a fan of the books or new to the Warrior cats world, WCC2 offers a diverse environment with over a decade’s worth of lore for you - and your characters - to explore. Join us today and become a part of our ongoing story!
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Rosy woke up from the usual Cool DayClan cuddle pile inside the echoing play tunnel — everything smelled of plastic and the faint stench of human child; he was barely distinguishable from the jumble of soft pale ginger and dark ginger and calico and feathers (no, not feathers...); the light was a disconcerting yellow from the make of the tunnel, save for the ominous shadows fading out at either side and leading deeper into the tunnels (and the shadows were so scary that Rosy didn't leave the cuddle pile once they'd settled down, because he was sure there was a clown lurking somewhere in the tunnels) (he'd heard it laughing and running through the echoing plastic world around, above, below them when everyone else was asleep, and sometimes he stayed up all night shivering in wide-eyed terror from among the other toms, staring into the shadows beyond and waiting for the grinning face to emerge).
Yawning, he stretched himself out above the bodies of the other sleeping cats, limbs quivering. "Well," he announced into the echoing plastic tunnel. "... Movie time!" It was still dark out — he knew that because the fluorescent lights of the mall hadn't come on yet, which meant even the cleaners hadn't arrived. No, the empty mall was still a dark, silent blue, frozen in suspended animation with no customers to fill it. The escalators were still. The foodcourt was empty. Everything was.
But he wanted to go to the movies. "Up, Peach! Up, Pastel! Up, everyone else who might be here! We're going to see Orphan: First Kill, the sequel to Orphan — I've seen it in the ads before every movie I've snuck into this week, and also in the window of the last remaining Blockbuster. Y'know, the one on the subterranean level of the Mall. Don't ask me how that can work — how can a movie both be advertised and in Blockbuster? Don't ask that. The answer is: I want to see a movie. So let's go!"
